Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Adrift - Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Tis strange, this recurring
bout of melancholy
renders spirit low
far from jolly.
Adrift, adrift, upon.... Sargasso Sea.
Tis strange, this monstrous,
recurring, bout signaling,
Renders suppressed spirit,
low; marginalized malcontent.
Far removed from thoughtless,
singular; jubilant jocular jolly.
Adrift adrift upon an ardent sea.
Conditions of time peace of mind
creative mood must be mystic met.
Stilled turbulent thought untuned.
First freeborn stroke
structures definitive pen.
If aware of what wondrous thoughts
run raging within activated mind. Firing
shock waves that hammer convulsively
throughout electrified cells.
Imprisoned encased in vortex
personified. In grey ordered sentient cells.
Then would be reality known.
How great is ultimate failing?
How vast gulf between gutted creation?
That which! Was frugally bought forth.
Into exasperated existence!
Given decimated reality!
bordering inseminated being.
Remains a languishing
unbridged unspannable cavern.
heightened inspiring lines.
Drained tumbling meaning.
Forfeit fallen Godlike state.
Sextant sighted charted course
adrift, alost, in perpetuity, among
horizon-less, emerald, shattered
waters. Golden light glazed
Reflection off glassy gloss embossed
sea. Permeate imbue with dross.
Heightened expression is lost.
Stale air stale thought
Means no integration
Begun of all we bought
through centuries timeless wrought.
For every flower
toward seasoning sun.
A thousand aspire
grow in vain.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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